Days Reborn Reinvented

Chapter 267 Gossip (2)

Chapter 150:
Speaking of taking Lin Zhihao to the hospital, Ling Yue also understood something. She looked at the reporter who hadn't left outside the door, and then at Lin Zhihao who was already decadent. She wanted Zhang Qi to carry him out, but was Lin Zhihao refused.

"If Ah Feng sees me being hugged by others, he will be angry."

So, he insisted on climbing up on Zhang Qi's back, even though his arm hadn't recovered, put one arm lightly on Zhang Qi's shoulder, and only relied on one arm to forcefully wrap around Zhang Qi's neck, so that he wouldn't lose weight. fall down.

"Okay, this pitiful look is enough to arouse public sympathy, I think it's better to get some more blood on your pants, and say to the outside world that your wound is open, so that it is easier to arouse public moral guilt. "

Hearing Ling Yue said that he was going to get some blood on his pants, Lin Zhihao turned pale.

Where are you going to get the blood at this time, is it to kick his wound and directly split the wound?

However, Lin Zhihao was not allowed to think too much, Ling Yue had already gone to the kitchen to get a fruit knife, and gestured twice to his hand: "How many strokes can we bleed enough blood?"

Lin Zhihao:? !
What a joke!Ling Yue cut her hand for him. If Han Zimo knew about it, Lin Zhihao would never have to think about it for the rest of his life!
"Sister, don't mess around! I'm so pitiful now, I don't need to smear blood on my pants!"

As he said that, without caring too much, he punched his injured arm.

The red blood immediately stained the gauze, and blood streaks even overflowed.

In fact, Lin Zhihao's wound was very deep, but he was well protected by Cheng Feng before, so he didn't have any infection or other serious symptoms.

Not long after that, although the outside of the wound had scabs, the inside hadn't healed at all, so Lin Zhihao punched, and the wound split open quickly, even with the scab that had formed. His face turned pale from the pain, he felt dizzy for a while, and even wanted to retch.

"Why are you being so cruel to yourself?" Ling Yue actually just wanted to cut his fingers and get some blood on his pants, but he didn't expect Lin Zhihao to be so cruel to him. She feels pain.

Lin Zhihao's face turned pale with pain, but he smiled weakly at Ling Yue: "Am I so pitiful?"

Ling Yue nodded helplessly: "Yes."

"What about Afeng? Will Afeng feel sorry for me..."

Ling Yue sighed.

Love, after all, makes people lose their minds.

But at this moment, Lin Zhihao looked so miserable that she had to touch his hair to comfort him: "Don't worry, he will definitely look for him distressedly when he sees it."

Ling Yue's words seemed to be a reassurance for Lin Zhihao, he finally moved the corners of his lips, and showed a miserable smile towards Ling Yue.

"Brother Zhang Qi, let's go and go to the hospital. From now on, I'm going to pretend to be dead."

After Lin Zhihao finished speaking, he looked at the blood left along his arm, and bent the corners of his lips in satisfaction: "Next, sister, you can perform exaggeratedly."

The corners of Ling Yue's mouth twitched twice, it was this time, and he was still in the mood to joke.

Open the door and protect Zhang Qi and Lin Zhihao to go out.

As soon as the reporters squatting outside the door heard the commotion, they immediately surrounded them, each with a camera and a video recorder in their hands, and was about to come forward with a microphone, when they saw that Zhang Qi was almost covered with a knife on his back. Lin Zhihao fainted from the pain.

Changing from his usual handsome appearance, now his forehead is covered in cold sweat, with a few strands of fine hair sticking to his forehead, one arm resting weakly on Zhang Qi's shoulder, blood slowly oozing from the gauze, A thin stream of blood has formed on the arm.

Those reporters who were holding back their words suddenly fell silent, and the only sound left in the audience was the sound of taking pictures.

Ling Yue looked at the current situation and snorted coldly.

"Are you satisfied with the situation now? Without Cheng Feng's care, Xiao Zhi has no ability to act at all. In just a short time, it has become like this. Fans in front of the camera and clamoring fans on the Internet, you probably have never I thought, your few short words will cause one person to suffer so much pain! Your few short words may deprive another person of life and happiness! Aren't you afraid of retribution!"

In the last two sentences, Ling Yue was talking about Lin Zhihao and herself.

Some people just say a few words, just typing a few words on the keyboard, but for those who bear these rumors, these words are like daggers, every word hurts the heart!
The reporters stood together, bewildered.

They also know that the profession they do is often too much, and sometimes they even have nightmares.But this is their job, what can they do.

What can I do.

Therefore, many reporters at the scene lowered their heads powerlessly.

There were still some who didn't take it seriously, but due to Ling Yue's unconventional way and her background, she didn't dare to say a word, and lowered her head together, as if listening to the training seriously.

Then, everyone watched Zhang Qi put Lin Zhihao into the car, and watched their car run away without having time to ask a question.

Of course, the news collected at the door of Lin Zhihao's apartment was quickly posted on various websites, including the long speech Ling Yue said before leaving, both audio and video.

The netizens were silent, and the fans were also silent.

Originally, they all liked Lin Zhihao, but for some reason, after hearing that Lin Zhihao and Cheng Feng were a couple, they became irrational.

They all thought that they were the monitors of morality, and they also deeply felt that things like Lin Zhihao and Chengfeng were morally corrupt.

But they never thought about their own morality for doing such a thing.

How about the morality of typing out each word in front of the computer?

With all my friends, I denounce a stranger I don't know with righteous words, and stand on the moral high ground to criticize others at will and evaluate other people's lives. What is my morality like?

No one thought about it, and no one thought deeply about it.

It's just a few words spoken by chance, which may really cause immeasurable harm to others, and even indirectly push a person to death.

So is the actor who died of depression, so is Xu Xinning who was accused of death by public opinion, and so is Chen Ge who was forced to announce his withdrawal from Weibo.

How much damage would it take to realize that he was just a mere mortal and had no right to accuse others?
What kind of bloody incident will it take to completely wake up such aggressive people?
This time, for the first time ever, the public was silent.

They were suddenly at a loss at this moment, like a child who had done something wrong, and was so ashamed that his mistakes were made public.

Many netizens have already begun to write apology letters on Weibo, expressing gratitude to Lin Zhihao and Cheng Feng.

Someone made a special topic about apologizing for Lin Zhihao and Cheng Feng, and it was full of apology letters.

Lin Zhihao's popular comments on Weibo were downvoted spontaneously by fans, and all of them were replaced with words of apology. The number of likes soared all the way, and he became a new popular comment.

Everything was changing quietly, but Lin Zhihao was lying in the hospital with his eyes blank and pale.

The medicine and gauze had been put on his arm again, and his whole body was cleaned up, but he kept holding the phone tightly, for fear of missing a message.

"Sister, I'm so pitiful, will Cheng Feng come back and look for me?"

Ling Yue didn't know how to comfort him, so she could only nod firmly: "He loves you so much, he won't come back."

However, he didn't have a single call.

"Sister, tell me, is he on his way to the hospital and has no time to call me?"

Ling Yue could only keep nodding.

"Sister..." Lin Zhihao said, he glanced at his mouth and cried again: "I haven't regretted it, I can have no career, or I can retire from the entertainment industry, but I can't live without Afeng..."

Ling Yue didn't know how to comfort Lin Zhihao like this.

If Cheng Feng was really worried about Lin Zhihao, he should already be in the hospital by now.

But he didn't.

Ling Yue couldn't help remembering what Cheng Feng said when he left the apartment.

From now on, I will never communicate with Lin Zhihao again.

She dared not tell Lin Zhihao this, for fear that he would be upset.

But Ling Yue knew that paper could not contain fire after all.

Cheng Feng's words should have been posted on the Internet long ago, and they were widely spread.She was just glad that Lin Zhihao didn't have the courage to read Weibo and news at all.

"Xiao Zhi, you and Zhang Qi will stay for a while, and I will call your brother-in-law and tell me about Chu Li's situation. Do you know it obediently, and don't cry, Cheng Feng will come over and see you crying in a while Not good."

Hearing Ling Yue said that Cheng Feng would come later, Lin Zhihao immediately wiped the corners of his eyes, and nodded hard: "Sister, go get busy. Fortunately, you and Brother Zhang Qi are here, otherwise I really don't know what to do. Don't worry, I I will wait for Afeng to come over."

Seeing Lin Zhihao pretending to cheer up, Ling Yue smiled at him softly, turned around and went out, took out her mobile phone and dialed Cheng Feng's number.

Unsurprisingly, the phone was hung up.

Call again, or hang up.

Cheng Feng didn't want to pay attention to Ling Yue.

Ling Yue didn't dare to call anymore, because she was afraid that Cheng Feng would shut down the phone directly, and it would be difficult to contact her again.

Just when she was hesitating whether to call Han Zimo to see if she could locate Cheng Feng's location, her cell phone rang.

It's Cheng Feng's call.

Ling Yue smiled softly in her heart, Cheng Feng still couldn't let Lin Zhihao go.

When the phone was picked up, Cheng Feng's tired voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

"Xiaozhi...how is he? I saw the photos on the Internet, what happened to his arm?"

Although Cheng Feng lowered his voice and tried his best to appear indifferent, the concern in that tone could not be concealed no matter what.

Ling Yue tried her best to keep her tone indifferent, as if she didn't care about Lin Zhihao, and said to the phone: "I did it myself to make someone feel bad. You don't know, his punch on the arm, It hurts me to see it."

(End of this chapter)